THE WORLD A POLITICAL HABITAT?

The world is evolving

Champions are those known for whatever;

Good or bad

Abena, where do I stand?

Wherever I am standing is doing me no good

Because I am neither here nor there.

Do I stray so bad that my name will turn into a household name for the bad?

Or do I dupe into goodness throwing dust into every eyes and gaining that stature?

Life is political.

Yes, political,

And politics has become a dirty game

Where money talks in hidden pockets instead of being for the good of all

Here in my jurisdiction,

No, not my jurisdiction, my birth land,,

It is either you are under the umbrella or the elephant

Be in the company of the cockerel and you will find yourself in some alien’s boiling soup

Be in the company of the coconut and you will be drained of every water you hold

And scraped of every fruit you are made of

Be in the company of the others and you are the foot-mats for even animals

Be in the elephant zone and the metal of the umbrella may choke you to death when it is furious

Be in the company of the umbrella without grounding and you might be stepped on by the elephants.

Abena, where do I go to?

Where do I stand?

This gentle soul has no safe place to stand

Should I flee?

Lord knows I belong not anywhere

Let me walk to where my feet can take me

Looking when need be, running when need be, until I am caught in whatever

Better still, I could look through my window and enjoy the beautiful natural habitat.

By amoafowaa